THE LION KING was our very first VHS and I am not even sure why my mum picked that one out from all the others. But I fell in love with it immediately at six years old and am still undeniably addicted to that film. It may seem crazy, but whenever life gets me down I still feel as if that film can help me out in dealing with things. I must be so attached to these characters in a way that is completely not understandable to any sane human being.
Simba did not want to go back to pride rock. He was scared and felt alone in facing his demons. Although his friends encouraged him, he chose to go back in the end himself.
My Father was diagnosed with Motor Neuron Disease (MND) 6 years ago. I know that many people lose their parents to dreadful circumstances and because of this, I think I have always felt a little undeserving to be so upset over the fact I am going to lose him one day. But nonetheless it doesn’t stop me from thinking about how he won’t physically be in our future.
Thinking of the strong, athletic build of a man he used to be to before this disease tore at his muscles rendering him immobile, and soon-to-be speechless, puts him at the top of my most inspiration people ever to have lived list. Because even though he is in this state, he still smiles and laughs at the silliest things. To quote my Alzheimers ridden Grandfather’s remark to my Father – ‘even though you can’t walk, your smile makes you look very beautiful’. I get what he means.
And so, at those times during the early hours of the morning when I cannot cope with the idea of a life without my Father- a voice comes into my head which says, ‘if Simba can do it, you can too my dear’. Aaaaand now y’all probably think I’m cray cray. Lol.